The Doctor Who Has No Closure (Soulless Book 10)

by Victoria Quinn

  My arm moved over the back of the couch as I sat beside her, my fingers lightly playing with her hair.

  She pivoted her body into me, and without reservation, she cupped my face and kissed me, starting a make-out session. She gripped the back of my neck as she breathed into my mouth, her leg moving over mine, throwing herself at me like this been on her mind all throughout dinner.

  It was hot.

  I pulled her closer to me and immediately slid my hand up under her sweater and bra so I could palm her tit.

  She moved farther on top of me, eventually straddling my thighs and wrapping her arms around my neck.

  I squeezed her ass with my hands, moaning into her mouth because I could feel how tight it was through her jeans. I had her right on my lap, so I guided her hips and dragged her bottom over my dick, letting her use it as a vibrator again.

  Her kiss was fierce, hungry, possessive, kissing me the way I’d first kissed her, like I was hers and she wasn’t going to let me go. Her nails clawed at my chest as they moved over my shirt, over my abs, and then to my jeans. She got them undone with a quick flick of the wrist, and in a single fluid motion, she slid her body down to the floor between my knees, taking my jeans and boxers along for the ride.

  Oh fuuuuuck.

  My dick was out in the open, thick and long, with a fat vein running down the shaft. It all happened so fast, and now that my dick hit the cool air and I watched her eye it like brunch on a Sunday, my entire body tensed in excitement.

  “Damn,” she whispered. “That is a nice dick.”

  It was like a goddamn porno playing out in front of me, with this unbelievably gorgeous woman wanting to eat every single inch of my cock.

  She moved farther between my legs, grabbed my dick by the base, and then spat on it before she started to jerk me off, looking me in the eye with her lips slightly parted in anticipation, her eyes lidded with desire, covered with smoky eye makeup.

  All I could do was moan, grunt, and enjoy it.

  Her hand moved back to the base, pointed my dick in the air, and then she prepped her mouth for insertion, flattening her tongue and opening her lips wide, looking at me before she bent her neck and let it sink into her mouth.

  My head rolled back, and I released a moan as I felt her wet mouth make contact with my dick, eating my cock like the dinner I bought her wasn’t enough to keep her stomach full. I breathed hard as I felt her mouth up and down, careful to protect my dick from her teeth, the grooves of her tongue exciting my nerves more.

  I lifted my head once the initial shock had passed, and then I just watched the show.

  She pulled my dick out of her mouth then started to kiss the head, making out with it the way she made out with me, dragging her tongue across the crown, sucking it gently, and then slathering it with kisses.

  Jesus fucking Christ. “Baby…” My hand gripped her neck, and I guided her down my length. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.” She barely got started, but that was all it took, and I’d had blue balls for the last couple weeks because I wasn’t getting any. And then I’d made her come a couple times, and that left me with a permanent hard-on.

  She kept moving her head up and down as she looked at me, ready to take that come in her mouth and swallow it.

  Woman of my fucking dreams, man.

  My breathing grew fast and shallow, and my hips started to buck slightly, my dick hardening a little bit more before the blastoff. I moaned louder and louder, hitting the threshold and then releasing, filling her warm mouth with at least a pound of come. “Fuck…” I kept my grip on her neck as I finished, forcing my fingers to loosen so she could pull away and swallow before she started to choke.

  She pulled my dick out, which was still hard, so it immediately bounced once it was out of her mouth, and then her throat shifted as she swallowed. Her fingers traced the outline of her mouth to make sure she didn’t miss anything.

  “Damn, you’re good at that.” That had to be the best blow job I’d ever gotten.

  She shrugged. “I just really wanted to suck your dick, Dex.” Her hands moved up my bare thighs, her nails slightly dragging against my skin.

  I inhaled a deep breath at her answer because she couldn’t just walk the walk; she talked the talk. “That wasn’t an accurate reflection of my endurance, by the way. I just…it’s been a while.”

  “Well, I’m ready to go again if you are.”

  “That’s not what I meant.” Dex, shut up. Shut the fuck up right now. “Okay.”

  She gave a slight smile before she bent down and kissed my dick again, which was limp now but quickly growing back to full mast from her sexy kisses. Then she sucked me off again, even better than the first time.

  17

  Sicily

  I continued to be the consummate professional when we worked together, never looking at him as more than a boss, never saying anything I shouldn’t, never giving any indication that I’d let him fuck me on his desk if he was game.

  But it was hard…really hard.

  It was hard to be two different people, one who could yank his pants down whenever I felt like it, and another who retrieved his lunch and handled his schedule with professional indifference.

  I’d never considered myself to a particularly good lover, but when it came to Dex, I was a natural. Maybe it was because, for the first time in my life, I was with a man I wanted more than anything in the world. I was emotionally attracted to him, physically obsessed with him, and I also respected him as a man. That gave me a rush of unbridled hormones, brought my sleeping body to life, made my panties wet every single day, even when we were just at the office together.

  I was at the Kline Clinic, standing outside the glass-walled conference room. Dex sat there with his colleagues, who were all similarly dressed to the way he was, laid-back, in jeans, because they were there to work, not to impress anyone.

  My phone vibrated with a text message from Dom. Why haven’t you returned my calls?

  I sighed in annoyance when he hit up my phone—again. Because there’s nothing to say. I told you it wasn’t going to work out. You’re making it a much bigger deal than it needs to be. Dom and I were never serious. We went out a couple times. We fooled around a couple times. He was a great guy, and I could have seen it potentially go somewhere, but then Dex kissed me, and it was like Dom never existed.

  I really like you, Sicily. I want to keep seeing you, okay? Whatever you don’t like about me, I’ll change it. Just tell me. Is this because Ghostbusters is my favorite movie? Look, I’ll change it to Saving Private Ryan. Are we done?

  Dom, it’s not you. I was typing furiously on my phone, wanting this conversation to be over before Dex joined me in the hallway. It’s not you, Dom. There’s somebody else…I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt him, but if he was going to keep at it, I just needed to tell him the truth.

  His messages stopped.

  Well, at least it worked.

  “Everything alright?”

  I looked up to see Dex standing in front of me, his colleagues walking down the hallway in the other direction. His jawline was shadowed because he’d skipped the shave for a couple days, but I actually liked the rugged look on him. Who was I kidding? I liked every look on him. “Yeah, just taking care of some things.” I quickly slid my phone into my pocket in case Dom texted me again and Dex saw his name on my phone.

  “You sure?” His eyes remained narrowed on my face, and he was obviously very in tune with my expressions and moods if he could figure out something was wrong just by looking at me. He’d watched me come a couple times, so he was pretty much an expert at this point.

  “Yeah. So, how’d it go in there?”

  We walked back to his office together. “Just had to give an update on our progress for funding reasons. It’s a nonprofit research facility, so we rely on our donors, which means they basically run the show. If they don’t like what we’re doing, they can terminate it.”

  “Do they like what you’re doing?”

 
; He nodded. “So far. I’ve had some pretty promising results, but I don’t expect my research to become medical practice anytime soon. It takes years and years, and my work is a bit controversial, so…”

  “Why is it controversial?”

  “Because it involves drugs. It’s not just an electric shock inserted in the body. The apparatus needs to be able to be changed out every so often, so the meds don’t expire and cause more issues. It requires the patient to be responsible, whereas a traditional pacemaker is pretty autonomous and doesn’t require as much intervention.”

  Even when I didn’t understand everything Dex said, I was profoundly interested in what he had to say. It was like foreplay for me, listening to him talk about his work, his passion, being so smart and sexy at the same time.

  I never knew I had a thing for smart guys, but damn, they were hot.

  When we returned to his office, his lunch was already sitting there.

  “This shit looks good.” He fell into the chair behind his desk and picked up his sandwich before he took a bite.

  I sat in the chair across from him and went over his schedule for the rest of the week, told him about a few follow-up appointments we’d have to squeeze in on Saturday, and informed him about a few other things. “I have an idea, but I’m not sure how you’re going to feel about it.”

  “But you know I’ll always listen.” He took another bite and stared at me as he chewed.

  “Well, there’s only one of you, so you’re stretched thin. What if you hired another cardiac surgeon to join your practice? There would be two of you, both of you performing surgeries through your charity fund, and it would take the stress off of you for a bit.”

  He shook his head as he continued to chew.

  “May I ask why not?”

  “Because patients are going to request me instead of the other surgeon anyway. And if they really were at my level, they aren’t going to want to work for someone else. They’ll have their own office. The really good ones, in any discipline, always do their own thing. The people who aren’t so good work for someone else. Kind of a rule of thumb.”

  I nodded. “I guess that makes sense.”

  “It’s fine,” he said before he took another bite. “I enjoy working, so the hours don’t bother me.”

  I smiled at his response because he was a totally different person from when I first met him. Couldn’t get him to cooperate at all, and now he was passionate about his craft to the exclusion of all else. “Well, that’s everything.” I rose from the chair. “I’ve got to head back to the medical office to do some billing. Let me know if you need anything, and I’ll run back over here.”

  He nodded as he chewed his mouthful.

  I turned for the door.

  “Baby?”

  He never called me that during business hours, so I immediately turned back around and looked at him, loving the way that nickname fit me like a warm blanket.

  “Free tonight?”

  “If I weren’t, I would make myself free.”

  I offered to cook him dinner because I didn’t want to go out when I’d rather have some privacy. As much as I loved talking to Dex across the table while we enjoyed our date, I already knew everything about him, and he knew everything about me.

  I just wanted to be with him.

  That was a part of our relationship I hadn’t gotten to truly enjoy, our bodies wrapped around each other in bed, our faces close together on the pillow, his naked and hard body at my fingertips. I wanted the intimacy, to feel his heartbeat against my palm, to kiss him whenever I felt like it, to appreciate him as my man.

  Yes, I wanted to make love, wanted to feel him inside the moment he kissed me, was ready to jump through all the stages of a relationship and get to the finish line because I already knew how I felt about him.

  I wasn’t going to wait out of principle, to make myself look like a good girl, when Dex had turned me into a bad girl a long time ago.

  But if he wanted to wait, I would wait.

  I would wait forever.

  I decided to make something easy, pasta, garlic bread, and a salad. Dex wasn’t a picky eater and chose to work off his diet on the treadmill instead of restricting his food, so it was easy to throw something together.

  The food was almost finished when a knock sounded on the door.

  “Come in.” I put on my oven mitts and pulled the pan out of the oven that held the garlic bread. Then I turned the sauce down on low so it wouldn’t splatter everywhere. I untied my apron and tossed it on the counter before I turned to the living room. “Hey—” I stilled when I looked at Dom, not Dex.

  I just assumed it was Dex because it was seven o’clock on the dot.

  Shit.

  Dom stood with his hands in the pockets of his jeans and glanced at the wine bottle and two glasses on the dining table. The apartment was small, and it smelled like an Italian café, so he probably deduced that I was cooking. “Expecting company?”

  “Yes, actually.” I’d told him I was seeing someone, so I wasn’t going to lie about it. “Dom, I’m sorry if I hurt you. That was not my intention, but it just didn’t work out, okay?” We went out two or three times, and while we clicked, it didn’t matter after Dex told me how he felt. All those feelings just disappeared, and I couldn’t even recall having them in the first place.

  “Were you seeing him when you were seeing me?” He was a really good-looking guy, totally ripped, and was pretty easygoing, so I didn’t understand why he was so upset about this. He could replace me in a heartbeat.

  We were never exclusive, so I didn’t know why the question even mattered, but I told him the truth. “No. Dom, you’re a really gorgeous dude. You could find a better woman than me right now if you just go out to a bar and meet someone.”

  “I told you I’ve done that whole bachelor thing, and I’m tired of it. I want something real.”

  “Dom, that’s so sweet, but like I said, there’s somebody else.”

  “If you weren’t seeing him while you were seeing me, then did you just meet the guy?”

  I was trying to be patient because I knew how it felt to be heartbroken, but I really didn’t have the time for this. “Dom, this is really not the best time. Can we talk about this later?”

  “I’ve already tried talking to you, and you keep blowing me off.”

  Now, I lost my temper. “Because we’re over, Dom. I don’t know why we need to sit down and have an hour-long conversation about it. I like somebody else, I want to be with him, and that terminates our relationship. That’s it. Period. We went out a couple times, Dom.”

  “How can this guy be better than me? Come on, really?”

  Oh, trust me, he’s better. So much better. “Please leave.”

  “Answer the question—”

  “He’s my boss, okay?”

  His eyes narrowed. “Dex Hamilton? You’re with Dex Hamilton?”

  “Yes.” And he’s much, much better.

  Instead of giving him the closure he needed, it actually made him angrier. “So, you’ve had feelings for this guy the entire time? You were just finding someone else to make do until he noticed you?”

  “Dom, it’s time to go.”

  “I can’t believe this.” He dragged his fingers across his jawline as he shook his head. “So, that was a complete lie. I was just some rebound because you couldn’t get the guy you really wanted? Wow, that’s some bullshit right there—”

  Dex walked inside, and he’d obviously heard the yelling through the door because he had a huge vein throbbing down his forehead, and he looked as if he had a cocked gun, he would shoot it. The threatening energy around him was palpable, dispersing and filling the room like cold air from an AC unit. “She asked you to leave.” He opened the door wider and stepped aside, never taking his eyes off Dom.

  Dom stared him down before he looked at me again.

  Dex raised his voice. “Have some dignity and walk yourself out before I throw you out.”

  Dom made th
e right choice and walked through the open door, hopefully never to be seen again.

  Dex shut the door and bolted all the locks.

  This was supposed to be a romantic night, and I’d been looking forward to it since the moment he asked if I was free. Actually, I looked forward to our time together every single moment of every day, anxious to be in his arms, for his smell to stick to my skin long after he was gone. But now that possibility was long gone.

  Dex turned to me, that vein still thick in his forehead, his skin a little tinted. “You okay?”

  “I’m fine. Let me explain—”

  “Perhaps I should have clarified earlier, but I expected this to be monogamous.” He stepped toward me, moving past the couch as he inched closer, his arms hanging by his sides. “Exclusive. If you think I’m going to share you with someone—”

  “I ended it with Dom the morning after the charity gala. He just…won’t let it go. He’s been texting and calling for two weeks, and then I told him the reason I broke it off is because I’m seeing someone. But instead of that giving him the closure to walk away, he marched over here to confront me about it. I was cooking when he knocked, so I just told him to come in, assuming it was you.”

  “I didn’t realize you were so serious.”

  “We weren’t,” I said quickly. “We went out like three times, didn’t even sleep together. He just… I think he’s never been dumped before because he’s a sore loser.”

  Dex shifted his eyes away, crossing his arms over his chest.

  “I’m sorry.” I’d cry my eyes out if this scared him off, made him feel insecure, made him feel betrayed like he’d felt in the past.

  He turned his head back to me. “Don’t be. It’s not your fault, baby. If you dumped me, I’d probably be a sore loser too.” He dropped his arms and regarded me, the vein fading away. “Let me know if he bothers you again.”